The frozen corpses were surrounded by layers of ice sculptures, mixed with half-dried black blood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xia You leaned on a huge icicle, the center of the hill where the ice sculpture was ready-made, and the exhaled breath condensed into a white frost in the air.

After a long time, he patted his clothes and stood up straight, and the ice crystals he had brought up fell to the ground, and the sound of jingling bells was heard like ripples.

The resonance is crisp and quiet.

The experience from level 30 to level 34 took him a total of four days.

It had taken him nearly three days from level thirty-four to level 00 to almost level thirty-five, and the scattered dead bodies in the vicinity had once again been emptied by him.

The whole city was so empty that even when you stepped on the street, you could only hear the echo of your own footsteps.

He raised his hand, blocking the rays of afterglow that passed through the empty city.

The sunset of the burning clouds is extremely peaceful and brilliant, falling on the ice sculpture on the seat, reflecting a charming glazed color.

Even under that color, there are such hideous existences.

Xia You left step by step, and the ice chips under his feet were crushed and made a rustling sound, like the whispers of the undead complaining about the world.

But everything became quiet again after Xia You's footsteps left.

It only takes ten dead bodies for Xia You to level up.

He had already decided to leave this world after level thirty-five.

The upgrade efficiency is too slow. He now needs more and more experience to level up, but the amount of experience that the dead can give remains the same.

Once the amount of dead body can't keep up, it will greatly limit his upgrade needs.

He also knew that as a corpse apocalypse, the number of dead bodies in the Apocalypse world must be very large. It's just that these days, it seems that the dead bodies that used to wander around the city have spread to unknown places.

After all, the dead body is perpetually moving, and it is impossible to stay in one place and wait for him to kill.

Moreover, for them who need to constantly 'forage', the living people as 'food' have disappeared, and they will not stay here.

In any case, the once bustling modern city under his feet has come to an end. Maybe it was boring and boring before, but now, it's just an empty city that is so quiet that people can't be alone.

Xia You glanced at the shadow that followed him. The branches swayed, but the slender one always followed him motionlessly.

"Seven days before and after"

So you've been wandering for a week?

Xia You pursed her slightly cool lips.

Then there was a whistle that was not too loud.

Like a cool breeze blowing through an empty street, a whistle that is not loud echoes loudly at an empty intersection and blows into the red sky.

A horse, stepping on the red glow. From the end of the street.

The sunset clothed it with a thin layer of red, and the ticking footsteps broke the branches and leaves on both sides, and came proudly.

Xia You stood motionless until the horse's hooves were raised in a mess, and the low horse's head rubbed affectionately on his chest.

"Don't make a fuss."

Xia You smiled and reached out to smooth its sideburns.

The horse was clean and beautiful, Xia You met it two days ago, when it was wearing a saddle that was exclusive to horse racing, like a princess going out on a tour, gracefully shaking the jingle of the stirrup, and walking through the dead body.

It was smart not to be killed by the mob, and lucky not to be caught up by the dead and the zombie dogs.

It was also its appearance that made Xia You more sure that there were no creepers or the like in the city.

The city had become more empty as his hunt washed away, and on the ground, it was almost the only living thing that Xia Feng Ye had seen these days.

No living person can be seen. Perhaps, the living people already know how to avoid the dead body from afar, so there is no chance to intersect with Xia Fengye, who is bent on hunting for the dead body.

Perhaps, the only survivors in this city who are still alive are the survivors of the village and the people from the school that day...

Thinking of the school that day, Xia You remembered, it seems to be not far from here, right?

Shaking his head, Xia You patted the supple sideburns of the racing horse and smiled slightly:

"Alright, let's go."

"Boom!"

The long wind is cold, and the afterglow is quiet.

In the faint light, the ice blade passed through the iron grate, silently slashing with an instantaneous glow like a falling star, and the movement of the dead body's teeth and claws also came to an abrupt halt.

This is the last one on the playground.

It is also the last one required to reach level thirty-five.

"Bang!"

There was a dull thud from the dead body that slammed into the ground, faint and loud in the quiet world where the glimmer depended.

Xia You had already closed her eyes.

'Gain 10 XP, meet level-up, current level 35'

There is only one sentence in my head. But it is the condensation of Xia You's almost sleepless efforts for so many days.

The familiar emergence of every cell repair, the indescribable comfortable feeling of wandering all over the body, made Xia You extremely fulfilling.

When he opened his eyes, the unprecedented feeling of comfort let him know that his body had returned to its best condition.

"Huh!"

The nine-square blade appeared around him. Flashed in unison, so neat that only one sound came out.

The moment he reached level thirty-five, he always felt that his ice ability had changed in a very surprising way, but with his current perception and familiarity with his ice ability.

Ice blades are denser and sharper.

But the astonishing change he sensed was not felt at all.

Xia You even added his attributes to his spirit without hesitation, wanting to experience the change more clearly.

Level 35: 3/320000

Strength: 111 (+)

Dexterity: 130 (+)

Constitution: 101 (+)

Spirit: 240 (+)

The spirit has increased, and the feeling that the heavens and the earth have become clearer is still unstoppable.

I only checked back and forth a few times, and whether it was the ice spear or the snowflake ice shield, they were condensed three times and twice, and I couldn't detect the expected anomaly.

Xia You frowned, and finally gave up for the time being.

If it weren't for your own delusion, you would have found out. In a hurry, not in a hurry.

He looked up, his gaze last on the bar.

The plaque of the 'Patrol Hill School Park' that sticks to the blood scab。 Xia You was inexplicably a little melancholy, and also a little trance.

So many days of continuous hunting, which has not been tried before.

There is no one to communicate, except for rest and recovery, that is, in the face of the constant killing of humanoid monsters, and even rest is rumored, and the nerves are constantly tense.

He's been holding back his restlessness, and he's been fighting here for so many days, and now he's going to leave after all.

And in the end, I ended up here.

Xia You glanced at the quiet school building with the window sealed. The light was unclear and a little far away, but he was beginning to vaguely see someone by the window on that level.

Maybe it's because someone is there, so these dead bodies haven't been dispersed for a long time, right?

Xia You smiled slightly.

But that's just right, too.

Xia You pursed his lips and blew in a low voice. Not far away, the racehorse that had been wandering quickly ran forward excitedly.

Against its constantly arched head, Xia You smiled and smoothed its silky sideburns.

It's time for you to leave

glanced at the bag on the back of the racehorse, and then looked at the school building, Xia You reached out and patted it.

"Go ahead."

"Boom!"

The hand was withdrawn from the hot horse, Xia You watched it move forward, smiled, and took advantage of the fact that it did not look back, and the figure retreated silently.

Seven days of hunting, seven days of goodbye.

The wind is long.

The most is the remnant sun that disappeared on the horizon, dimming the indescribable melancholy, and silently waiting for the moon star to be alienated.

… (To be continued.) )